Return to the Sun at Sunset

Summary

A year after my breakup with Nathan, we ran into each other at a maternity shop.

He was standing in the formula aisle. When he looked up and saw me, a flash of panic crossed his eyes.

"I'm buying formula for my son," he said, his voice a little strained. "He's six months old."

"Congratulations," I replied softly.

He seemed taken aback. "You don't hate me?"

How could I not?

But in that moment, as I felt the flutter of life in my own womb, the absurdity of my past self became painfully clear.